The Runaway [Patrick Hockstetter]

can't find my way home

Blair's p.o.v
Patrick was holding me close to him as he started almost in a trance at the embers the fire had been admitting. Why is he being nice to me this kid don't even know me. I pull away from his embrace to start picking at the grass below the log we were sitting on Patrick seemed to lost to even notice. I roll my eyes and stand up dusting off my jeans "Where are you going?" He says with a low voice. I turn to him and mumble home and start walking anywhere the wind takes me eventually I'll find my way home. Not that there's really anything to be running back to at my house. My mom more then likely will be at work and my dad left 8 years ago.  He walked out like me and my mom were nothing. I shake my head and just keep walking until I noticed I don't really know where I am. I don't know my way around Derry. Great now I'm lost. I look around and notice a bride with a tunnel. I shrugged and walk forwards it.  I reach the white post of  the fence I trace my fingers around the wood where I see many people have carved there names into along with partners. I lean my head in my hands and look at the moon I can't believe I spent all day doing nothing with Patrick.  The moon was large and beautifully lit the streets with a melancholy gleam. I sigh and figure that I should try and find my way home I'm tired "Blair." I hear my name as someone whispered it I look around and see nothing "Blair" I snap my head towards the tunnel and see a little girl. She just waves before running off and seeming to disappear.  That could've only been one person.

Ruby